From the mercurial hands of fate
she reclaims her ifs and maybes
laces her shoes and packs a bag
whistles her favourite tune
while she hides a smile
because she knows
all next days
will be
hers
Getting lost is not a waste of time
From the mercurial hands of fate
she reclaims her ifs and maybes
laces her shoes and packs a bag
whistles her favourite tune
while she hides a smile
because she knows
all next days
will be
hers
Excellent piece!
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Hers…… By s.s.
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A cleverly shaped positive piece Well done.
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☺️🙏
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I love this nonet.
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Thank you Jude. That means a lot to me
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My pleasure.
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